Our affinity
was like a circus;
monkeys to the gaudy
leader. Imagine if
there were no one
to tell the dancers
when it's time to dance.
We were young like every
early morning, tents go up,
the warlike lions sleeping,
clowns serious and wretched
without their foolish costumes.
My fear of heights, trapeze act
when hand to hand the fingers
freeze and slip, one of us
fell harder than the other,
completely missed the net.
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